Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Awaiting the Doorbell

Awaiting the Doorbell

©May 11th, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

Shopping disgusts me

Yet I do it.

Not all the time, mind you.

And usually, it’s for things I need.

It leaves a bad taste in my mouth

And a buzz in my brain

As if I vomited out my soul

And helped a corporation’s gain.

I want to not need things

I want to not want things

I want to be unpressured.

 

I want … to be delivered.

Not packaged, not sealed,

Not signed, just

Delivered

Unto myself,

Sans frills,

Sans frippery,

Sans foolishness,

Sans forgetfulness

Sans flirtation

Sans filigree

Sans fancies

Sans fantasy.

Just plain,

Unbowed,

Unadorned,

Unashamed

Unapologetic

Undefeated

Untired

Alive and awake

In joy and in eternal

Leap mode.  And so,

I await the doorbell.

Repletion Mode — An Other’s Day Poem

Repletion Mode — An Other’s Day Poem

©May 11th, 2014

By Vijaya Sundaram

 

Mother Day yawns

I lie in bed.

Birds unfold the day.

I lie in bed.

Sounds of household peeling.

I lie in bed.

Sunshine splintering.

I lie in bed.

Cup of coffee in husband’s hand.

Bounce of daughter and dog on bed.

I arise, a sea creature,

From torpid dreams.

Tiredness rears over me

I drown in enervation.

Yet, slowly, slowly,

Depletion mode gives way,

Slowly getting replete again,

Slowly, slowly now.

Oh, so slowly.

I sit up and hug my child.

It’s Other’s Day.

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